I can’t believe someone posted a good photo of the Hyde Park! (Sadly, none exist for the Guild, but … ) Saw “The Balcony” and “Fellini’s 8 ½” at the Hyde Park.
P.S. I forgot. Saw “House on Haunted Hill” at the Grand complete with the special effect, “Emergo,” which was a cheap skeleton on a wire that was run overhead toward the end of the movie. Lots of candy wrappers and popcorn bags were thrown at it.
Could I have seen a more diverse selection of movies at one theater than at the Grand. The first movie I saw there was around 1955 when my mother took my sister and I to see a revival of “Wizard of Oz.” The next year the awful Davey Crockett fad came around and a friend and I got in Davey drag to see Fess Parker at the Grand. I didn’t go back til I was eleven or twelve, the first day “Psycho” opened and I broke my neck to see it right away. When “La Dolce Vita” opened at the Grand (instead of at one of the “art houses” like the Esquire or Guild) I darkened the peach fuzz over my upper lip so I’d look old enough to get in to see it. Same for “Rocco and His Brothers” and “Lolita.” I wish I’d known the lady manager of the Grand, because she would see me in the lobby and discuss the movie that was playing. She knew I wasn’t old enough to get in, but she liked me.
I can’t believe someone posted a good photo of the Hyde Park! (Sadly, none exist for the Guild, but … ) Saw “The Balcony” and “Fellini’s 8 ½” at the Hyde Park.
P.S. I forgot. Saw “House on Haunted Hill” at the Grand complete with the special effect, “Emergo,” which was a cheap skeleton on a wire that was run overhead toward the end of the movie. Lots of candy wrappers and popcorn bags were thrown at it.
Could I have seen a more diverse selection of movies at one theater than at the Grand. The first movie I saw there was around 1955 when my mother took my sister and I to see a revival of “Wizard of Oz.” The next year the awful Davey Crockett fad came around and a friend and I got in Davey drag to see Fess Parker at the Grand. I didn’t go back til I was eleven or twelve, the first day “Psycho” opened and I broke my neck to see it right away. When “La Dolce Vita” opened at the Grand (instead of at one of the “art houses” like the Esquire or Guild) I darkened the peach fuzz over my upper lip so I’d look old enough to get in to see it. Same for “Rocco and His Brothers” and “Lolita.” I wish I’d known the lady manager of the Grand, because she would see me in the lobby and discuss the movie that was playing. She knew I wasn’t old enough to get in, but she liked me.